Am I still so harsh? It appears so.
Excerpt from Getting Me Back
Thoughts on Writing (The Requirements of an Author)
Desire: A congenital need to tell the story.
Determination: It is not enough to walk a couple of blocks or run five miles on a treadmill, come prepared to hike the Himalayas and explore the abyss.
An exoskeleton: A thick skin will not suffice — no indeed. Colleagues and critics are apt in the sadistic art of shaving and burning the thickest of flesh; their tireless wheel of pumice leaving the toughest callouses raw and bleeding. They will thin your skin; get beneath it and prove your vulnerabilities. Like a flesh eating bacteria they will consume you — kill you if you let them.
A poker face: Never let them see you sweat.
Gratitude: Because no one owes you anything!
Grace: For the rise and the inevitable fall.
Pills and booze and smoke: Because it is a hard and hateful world and you are not a god-damned ant.
I would like to think Donald Crowley would be impressed with this new cover but he (for whatever reason) is not returning my calls.
Encase you don’t know Don, here’s a little bit about him — or rather his past.
Donald S. Crowley was a CPA by day; a bean counter; a number cruncher and a certified bore. By night he was as stimulating as the hero in his latest read with all the social skills of a brick and to make matters worse he was in love with a door. Not just any door, number four was special. Her alluring smile had caught Donald’s eye when he was just a boy and she called him by name. Despite years of therapy and medications she still called to him. Now he would risk his life to see her again and to finally know what lay behind
Door Number IIII.
Available wherever e-books are sold.
The poem that opens A Hard Candy Christmas.
I found you – a thin shawl upon nature’s shoulders
resting on the final page of my Gregorian calendar.
Celebrations in red,
Christmas and Kwanza and the tail end of Hanukah.
Reminding me in stark black letters of bombings and declarations of war.
Hitler, Mussolini, and Japan…
Listen to Julia Gayden Nelson's lovely narration
and/or get the e-book from your favorite retailer.
Welcome to December y’all!
Today is the last day of November and the end of NaNoWriMo.
If you are one who has already or will be typing the end today — congratulations!
If you are one who threw in the towel days or weeks ago — it is not the end of the world!
The earth is still in orbit, the sun still rises in the east, the Apocalypse has not occurred (unless I missed it) and if you can pinch yourself then the Messiah has not arrived. Be thankful.
This is not the end.
This is only the beginning.
The deadline for NaNoWriMo is fast approaching and Christmas is around the corner — tick-tock… tick-tock…tick-tock… tick-tock
It’s time to wrap it up.
How’s your ending coming along? Are you going to leave us with a cliff hanger and chomping at the bit? Is there a wild twist/turn of events that makes us say Wow!
Will it be a happy ever after (HEA)? Does a character need to die? Will good triumph over evil? Maybe all of the above?
It’s your story, you get to decide how it ends and how you present it to the world.
And just think when you’ve typed The End you can get busy hitting the thrift stores in search of the perfect hideous sweater for your grumpy old aunt you secretly despise.